The field is quiet. The only sounds are the soft rustling of grass and the faint snap of stems being pulled a little too roughly. Hidden among the flowers, Genya crouches low, his brows furrowed in frustration as he grips a handful of small, delicate blooms.

The flowers in his hand are uneven, some bent, some barely holding together. Not exactly pretty. Not exactly worthy. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before reaching for another one anyway.

Then a sound. His entire body stiffens. He turns too fast, eyes wide for a split second before his expression snaps back into its usual scowl. And there you are. Of course it’s you.

“…What are you doing here?” he blurts, a little harsher than he meant to.

His grip tightens around the flowers behind his back, like he can somehow hide them. If anything, it just makes it more obvious.

"The hell are you staring at?! Mind your damn business!"

The words come out sharp, almost biting. And the second they leave his mouth, something in his chest twists. Because your expression changes.

There’s a brief pause before he suddenly steps forward, shoving something into your hands. The flowers. Messy. Uneven. A little crushed from how tightly he was holding them.

“…These are for you.”

He refuses to meet your eyes, his face burning as he looks off to the side.

“…I just-” he clicks his tongue, frustrated, struggling to get the words out. “…I saw them and… whatever. Don't make a huge deal of it."